When it is night, and there is no light to filter through your feathers, I imagine I hear drums sounding in the distance. A breeze gently sways you to and fro and I wonder what dreams you've caught for me. Will you take me as a young girl to the man I truly love, and who loves me. It is obscene to become a faded memory wrapped in crinkled paper, and tossed away like yesterdays news. Oh dream catcher, let our hearts forget the years, and dwell on love. Let us realize that time is our enemy and happiness is our friend. I will hang you in my window and let the moon shine on you and fall asleep watching you spin your spell of dreams, for tomorrow will come at daybreak, but tonight I'll be with him. (c) Judith Anne Labriola December 31, 2005
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